Ib One-Shots

The Perfect Ending

Authors Note: Hi! I've read enough stories to know how this goes. I just wanted to say (or write) that I've put a creepypasta reference somewhere in this chapter. Try to find it! If you do, comment saying who the reference was about and where it was, please!

POV: Ib

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We were there. Me and Gary were at the painting of the real world, and the frame was gone. Gary jumped in and held his hand out to me. "Take my hand," he yelled, "and I'll pull you through!"

I was about to grab his hand, but then I heard a familiar voice saying, "Where do you think you're going, friend?" I whirled around, and there she was, with the artist's knife. Mary.

She smiled at me, but it wasn't a friendly smile. It looked like the one the paper-white man cut into his face in that scary story I read. It was creepy.

"Don't you want to stay with me Ib?" She asked me in a creepy voice. "I thought we were friends!" she yelled.

"Don't listen to her, Ib! She's insane! She's not even real!" Gary screamed.

"Don't you want to stay with me forever, Ib? We would be the best of friends, and we can wait for my father together!" Mary said. So that's why she went insane. She was waiting for Guertena!

"Ib, we don't have much time! The portal's gonna close any second!" Gary yelled.

"IB! COME WITH ME!" Gary and Mary said at the same time.

I knew I had to act quickly, so I did what my heart was telling me.

I grabbed Mary by the hand, took Gary's hand with my free one, and screamed at the top of my lungs, "GARY! PULL! NOW!" And that's exactly what he did. He yanked me and Mary through the painting.

And then it all went black.

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I woke up first, and saw my dad and sister laying on either side of me. I panicked, thinking they had died, but then I saw their chests moving.

I woke up my dad first. "Ugh, what happened? Are you okay, sweetie? Is Mary okay?" My dad asked, panicking. "I'm fine, Daddy. Mary's probably okay too." I said, going to wake up my sister.

"Mmh, what happened? Why did I fall asleep?" Mary said, somewhat groggily.

"I asked Ib the same question," Daddy said, "and I haven't got the faintest idea. You girls were probably tired. Can't say the same about me, though."

He looked at his watch. "My goodness, it's 3 hours past when I said we'd be home! Your mother is probably worried sick! We need to get going girls." Daddy said.

"Awwww, but it feels like we just got here!" Mary exclaimed.

"Don't worry, girls. This exhibit is up all week, remember? We'll come back tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay!" Me and Mary said at the same time.

And with that, we all walked out.